Loneliness taught me to like my own company.

Not all wounds are visible, and not all healing is loud.

Nothing is permanent, not even this feeling.

Kindness is a language even silence speaks.

Life is a collection of small moments we didn't notice at the time.

Walls keep out the pain, but also the love.

Your story isn't over just because a chapter hurt.

Everyone you meet is fighting something you can't see.

Life is short, but the nights can feel long.

I'm learning that peace is a choice I make daily.

I'm slowly becoming someone I'd want to meet.

Darkness is just the backdrop for your light.

Scars are just stories the body remembers.

Sometimes you outgrow places you once prayed for.

Some goodbyes are acts of self-respect.

I used to chase closure. Now I choose peace.